It Never Felt Like Home (1D)

Ch. 1 [It Never Felt Like Home]

A/N:

So hi guys!!!

New story time.

Enjoy!!

-K&C

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Ryan's POV

I fingered the straps of my satchel.

"Ryan! Now!" My mom beckoned, her hands curled into fists. Her nose was so high in the air, I could barely see her eyes.

Slowly I shuffled over, my honey blonde hair falling in frizzy waves as I moved, shifting with the wind. I stood a few feet from her, hands shoved in my varsity jacket numbly. "Sorry, ma'am."

"Don't talk back to me young lady, just come on," she sighed. I jumped into the car, pulling my satchel protectively over my lap. My dad was waiting impatiently.

"Took you long enough, Ryan, honestly." He growled. I flinched, then flickered my eyes out of the window to the dreary England countryside. I took a deep breath.

"Watch the attitude, bitch." My mom spat, and I breathed through my nose instead. Literally, all I did was wrong in their eyes. I could never speak back, I could never say anything.

My parents were jerks.

Big jerks.

But I just clenched my jaw as Dad drove off. "Moving to Mullingar." He said bluntly.

Why? Did you rob a bank? Are you on the run? Is that why we move so much? It wouldn't surprise me if you were criminals. I thought, but I didn't dare say. That alone might be worth three days of food that I would actually like to eat, thanks.

We drove in a tense silence, and I kept myself busy by singing in my head. I tried to take a nap, but my baggy eyes were swollen from tears and wouldn't close. Mother fiddled with all her knitting stuff, her bags, her makeup. She was really like a slut. I'm willing to bet she cheat on Dad.

Then again, I wouldn't put it above Dad to do the same.

Nothing was ever right in my life. It was as if I was condemned to be constantly tested, hurt, and tortured, for no greater good.

I couldn't say anything back. It would hurt me later. I would pay.

Fiddling with the sleeves of my jacket, I tried weakly to cover the scars, but it wasn't really worth covering. My parents said to be proud of them. I wasn't proud of them, but there was nothing to change it. What was done was done.

It was in the past.

My mother chattered darkly to my dad, probably planning something for when we arrived. It was going to be a long, long day. We'll probably arrive sometime tonight.

Might as well sleep while I can.

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A/N:

Just a short little chapter. You like?

It will get more interesting, I promise.

Well, we promise.

-K&C